"Jim Jones there said his dog could lick my dog, and I said he couldn't--and he couldn't, neither.
"Yes, he could," cried the other boy; "and if you say he couldn't, I'll smash your head." The two boys began sidling up to each other with clenched fists, and a third boy, who had a mischievous face, seized the paper that had had the pepper in it, and running up to them shook it in their faces.
There was enough left to put all thoughts of fighting out of their heads.

They began to cough, and choke, and splutter, and finally found themselves beside the dogs, where the four of them had a lively time.
The other boys yelled with delight, and pointed their fingers at them, "A sneezing concert.

Thank you, gentlemen.

'Angcore, angcore'!" Miss Laura laughed too, she could not help it, and even Billy and I curled up our lips.

After a while they sobered down, and then finding that the boys hadn't a handkerchief between them, Miss Laura took her own soft one, and dipping it in a spring of fresh water near by, wiped the red eyes of the sneezers.
Their ill humor had gone, and when she turned to leave them, and said, coaxingly, "You won't make those dogs fight any more, will you ?" they said, "No, sirree, Bob." Miss Laura went slowly home, and ever afterward when she met any of those boys, they called her "Miss Pepper." When we got home we found Willie curled up by the window in the hall, reading a book.